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(Chuck Berry)

Now, the thirteen question method is the one to use
Listen to me!
Thirteen question method is the one to use
I'm saying that the thirteen question method is the one you gotta use
If you wanna have some fun
'Cause the thirteen question method is the one to use

Look at this one, look at that one
Tell me do they look like me
All my friends said, don't you worry
Said they'll testify for me
Well, I wonder which of my friends had it in for (c) me
Alimony, alimony, alimony is killing me
I don't want six extra children
When ain't but two that look like me

Well, I ax sweet mama, let me be her kid
She said "I might but I'd like to keep it hid"
Well, she looked at me, she began to smile
She says "I thought I might use you for my man awhile
But just don't let my husband catch you there
I say, just don't let my husband catch you there"

Well, I went upstairs to pack my leavin' trunk

(Traditional, adapted by Ry Cooder)

Come and gather all around me
Listen to my tale of woe
Got some good advice to give you
Lots of things you oughta know
Take a tip from one who's travelled
And never stopped a-ramblin' 'round

COMIN' IN ON A WING AND A PRAYER

One of our planes was missing
Two hours overdue,
One of our planes was missing
With all it's gallant crew,
The radio sets were humming,
They waited for a word,

Well, I went on the mountain
And I gave my horn a blow
Thought I heard some purty gal say
"Yonder come my beau"

Crow black chicken and crow for a day
Crow black chicken and fly away
Crow black chicken and-a

(Washington Phillips)
(G) - (C) - (D)

(G) I wanna tell you people it's a nat'ral fact
Ev'ry man don't understand the Bible alike
And that's (C) all, I tell you that's (G) all
'Cause you better have (D) Jesus
I tell you that's (G) all

Lots of folks back east they say
Leaving home most every day
Beating the hot old dusty way
To the (g) california line

'cross the desert sands they roll
Getting out of that old dust bowl
Think they're coming to a sugar bowl

Down in the boondocks, down in the boondocks
People put me down 'cause that's the side of town I was born in
I love her and she loves me
But I don't fit in her society
Lord have mercy, I'm a boy from down in the boondocks

Now, every night I watch the lights from the house upon the hill
Well, I love a little girl who lives up there and I guess I always will

The outlaw Jesse James was up in heaven
With old friends around the kingdom throne
Boys I was branded as a bandit and bank robber
But I ain't never turned a family from their home

We're sworn to pass no judgments here in heaven
But there's goings on a man can't stand no more
There's no open carry up in heaven

Everybody ought to treat a stranger right, long ways from home
Everybody ought to treat a stranger right, a long ways from home

Be careful how you treat a stranger, by belying you turn him away
But the fear that he might endanger will drive him from your gate

Everybody ought to treat a stranger right, long ways from home
Everybody ought to treat a stranger right, a long ways from home

(Fitz MacLean)
(C) - (G) - (Am) Capo on 2

(C) When Roosevelt came to the land of the (G) hummingbird shouts of welcome were (C) heard
Roosevelt came to the land of the (G) hummingbird shouts of welcome were (C) heard
His visit to their (Am) island is bound to be an epoch in (G) local (C) history
Definitely (Am) marking the new e (G) ra, keeping Trinidad in Ameri (C) ca

(Joe Callicott)

Drop down baby, just like showers of rain
I hate to hear my fair brown call my name, yeah
I hate to hear my fair brown call my name
Well, she calls so loud, and the poor girl calls so plain

Walks to the station, tears running down

Standing on the corner, spending my time
Out of a job, not earning a dime
Lady steps up, says I suppose
You're a stylish young man by the looks of your clothes

She said trust me and take a little tip
This building's been sold to Johnny Depp
Take the buyout, relocate

I'm going to Brownsville, take that right hand road
Well, I'm going to Brownsville, take that right hand road
And I ain't gonna stop walking till I get in sweet mama's door

The girl I'm loving she's got great long curly hair
The girl I'm loving she's got great long curly hair
And her mama and her papa well, they sure don't allow me there

(Ry Cooder)

Goin' back down to Okinawa
Sorry, baby, but I can't take you
You better stay at home in California
There's nothing over there that you can do

Goin' back down to Okinawa

(Huddie Ledbetter/John Lomax)
(E) - (E7) - (A) - (B7)

(E) I asked your mother for (B7) you
She told me that you was too (E) young
I wish dear (E7) Lord never have (A) seen your face
And I'm (B7) sorry that you ever been (E) born.

(C) Hey, Porter, Hey Porter! Would you tell me the (F) time?
(C) How much longer will it be 'til we cross that (G) Mason Dixon Line? (C)
At daylight would you tell the engineer to slow it (F) down;
Or better still, just stop the train 'cause I (G) want to look a (C) round.

Hey, Porter! Hey Porter! What time did you say ?
How much longer will it be 'till I can see the light of day ?
When we hit Dixie would ya tell the engineer to ring his bell;

I love my baby like a bull dog loves his bone
Last night she got crazy, called me up on the phone
Said, "Come on over, daddy
'Cause I hates drinkin' alone"

Said, "I had me a little and I had to have a little more
Try to get up, could not get out the door
And there's a big ole snake

I've been trying so hard to find a way to your heart
I can't win, I can't win, I can't win, I can't win
Win your love, win your love
I gave you my love, I gave you my heart
Instead of taking it, keeping it, baby, you tore it apart
But I can't win, I can't win, I can't win, no, I can't win
Win your love, win your love

Oh, I'm a good old Rebel
Now that's just what I am
For this fair land of freedom
I do not care a damn.
I'm glad I fought against it
I only wish we'd won.
And I don't want no pardon
For anything I've done.

Yes, it's me and I'm drinking again
Tell everybody I'm drinking again
Doctor said it'd kill me
But he didn't say when
Have mercy, I'm drinking again

Yes, it's me and I'm drinking again
I'd like to dry out but I doubt if I can

One day when I was walking and talking down that lonesome road
And angel spoke unto me and filled my heart with joy, joy joy
One day when I was walking and talking down that lonesome road
The angel said I thank God I'm in his care

I am in his care, lord I'm in my savior's care
I am in his care, in his care
Jesus' arms wrapped all around me lord

When I first came to town people
I was walkin' down Pennsylvania Avenue.
I heard a lot people talking 'bout the White House.
I decided I'd drop in there that night.
And when I got there I said 'man what's shakin'?'
They said look man you can't come in here
This where the President hang out.
What you want.

Little sister won't you please, please,please
Little sister don't you cheat on) me
Little sister don't you kiss me once and twice
Say it's very nice and then you run
Little sister don't you o what you big sister done

Well, I dated your big sister
And I took her to a show)

Said, look at Granny run, run
Grandpa runnin' close behind
Look at Granny run, run, ah...there's something on Grand-daddy's mind
Because he went to the doctor, got a brand new pill.
The doctor said, "Son, you ain't over the hill"
He can't sit still.
Great, gosh, almighty, won't you...
Look at Granny run, run, faster than a Greyhound bus [Granny, you better run]

Lord tell me why a white man ain't worth nothing in this world no more
Lord tell me how you 'spect me to stand up tall and proud
I did just what you told, I done everything you said
But the way I'm doing lately, I could have stood in bed
So Lord tell me why, a white man ain't worth nothing in this world no more

Lord tell me when a white man's gonna be all right again
Please fix it Lord, they took back everything we been working for

On a Monday, I was arrested
On a Tuesday, I was locked up in jail
On a Wednesday, my trial was at tested
On a Thursday, nobody would go my bail
Almost done, I'm almost done, almost done
And I ain't gonna bring them yellow women no pail
Take these stripes, stripes from around my shoulder
Take these chains, these chains from around my legs

Songwriters: WILLIAM GARCIA, DAVID HIDALGO

Era la medianoche, when oimos the scream.
“Se requieren cien taxis en el almeria de Chavez Ravine.”

Un monton de soldados, jovenes y enganados,
Llevaron su bronca to Downtown LA.
Contra Los Pachucos, sin saber porque.

Ry Cooder & Joachim Cooder & Jared Smith

Hey bartender, what you say?
I’m gonna get drunk on election day!
Want one glass of bourbon, one glass of rye
Come on, set me up Joe, don’t pass me by!
My money’s alright but my feet’s got sore
See I been trying to vote, ‘bout an hour or more

(Arthur Blake, adapted by Ry Cooder)

All my life I've been a travellin' man
All my life I've been a travellin' man
Stayin' alone and doing the best I can

I ship my trunk down to Tennessee
Ship my trunk down to Tennessee

Tell you 'bout this friend of mine that you don't know
He lives way up a road that's lost in time.
Don't know his name, or where he's coming from,
Only thing you know, he's a real gone cat,
This friend of mine.

He don't have no uptown friends, or drive a Cadillac,
But he's got cool threads and a beat up car.

Yes, we'll rally 'round the flag, boys
We'll rally 'round again
Shouting the battle cry of freedom
We will rally from the hillside
We'll gather from the plain
Shouting the battle cry of freedom

The union forever, hurrah boys, hurrah

(Anderson/Barge/Guida/Royster)
(C) - (F) - (G)

(C) No more books and studies
And I can (F) stay out late with my buddies
(C) I can do the things that I wanna do
'Cause (G) all my cares are through
I can (C) root for the Yankees from the bleachers

(Traditional)

Tamp 'em up solid, so they won't come down
Tamp 'em up solid, buddy, so they won't come down
Tamp 'em up solid, so they won't come down
Tamp 'em up solid, buddy, so they won't come down

Baby, when you marry your railroad man

(Ry Cooder/Russ Titelman/Washington Phillips)

Whenever you find a man that loves every woman he sees,
There's always some kind of woman that's a-puttin' him up a tree.
Now that kind of man, he ain't got as much sense as a mule.
You know, everyone don't love you, they're just a-playin' you for a fool

Mmmm, oh, no,

(Traditional, adapted by Ry Cooder)
(D) - (A) - (E)

(A) We worked through Spring and Winter, through (D) Summer and through (A) Fall
But the mortgage worked the hardest and the (E) steadiest of us all
It (A) worked on nights and Sundays, it (D) worked each holiday
(E) Settled down among us and it never went (A) away

Well, I met a girl from Texas 'bout a year ago
Hadn't known her for too long when I had to let her go
You see, she had a razor, was ten inches or so
And every night you'd hear her knocking at my door
She said, "Baby, I'll give you the clothes on my back
You can have everything that I've got in my shack
But if you ever try to leave they'll take your out in sack
'Cause me and my razor will see to that"

Now, the prodigal son was a forward child, his mind was not to obey
But after he left his father's house he thought he had gone astray
That's why I believe that, I believe that I will go back home
And I believe that, I believe that I will go back home
Well, I believe that, I believe that I will go back home
And be a servant of the Lord
Now, his father saw him coming he met him with a smile
He threw his arms around him, saying, "This is my darling child"

(Woody Guthrie)
(E) - (A) - (B7) Capo on 1

(E) Have you seen that (A) vigilante (E) man ?
(A) Have you (E) seen that (A) vigilante (E) man ?
(A) Have you (E) seen that (A) vigilante (E) man ?
I've been hearin' his (B7) name all over the (E) land.

If your man has got you on the run, why don't you try me ?
And if you wanna have a little fun, oh baby, why don't you try me?
If you tote more that you can bear
If your troubles been more than your share
And if things are not going just right
Why don't you try a man like me tonight?

Why don't you try me tonight?

Willie Brown Blues

Intro

Hey__ , call me Willie
Hey, Call me Willy
Blind dog Foolton
Smoke House Brown

(Walter Davis)

Hey, look here baby, what's going on ?
Step over in the light
Oh, no! Look here.

Your hair is all wrecked, you're full of sweat
Your underskirt is wringing wet